Looking through the looking glass, I see a version of me others can't see. This me has subtle differences, like paler skin, cuts still bleeding on her arms, and dark purple eyes. Those eyes that stare deep inside your souls and digs out all of your darkest secrets.
Day by day, year by year, the changes become worse. Hair now choppy, blood tears, sharp teeth, and crazed look in her eyes. Those eyes that seen hell and back. Nobody can see her, but me until one day, "Hey," her raspy but angelic voice rang one day.
"If you let me out, everyone will see you totally different. Not as the geeky, shy girl everyone pities." I'm oblivious and let her out.
Its true, everyone does view me different now, but not how I wanted.
Crazy, ADHD, bipolar, depressed, symptoms of her not me.
Now when she looks in the mirror, she sees me. Lonely, sad, geeky with glassy, gray eyes. Those eyes that lost all hope.
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Daily slice of Life
PoetryThese are just poems that I've wrote done. We've all had those days, happy, sad, any emotions will be in this book.
